At Mashado hallucinations have begun. To it high palm trees over the transparent streams filled with cold, murmuring water,
the rivers, immense, as Amazon seemed. It came to the senses, saw another's strange persons motley and again lost
consciousness. How many it lasted, he did not know. He thought that dies.
But here, having regained consciousness, he has seen in a dark frame of an entrance crack green sultans of palm trees
against the blue sky. A mirage? Hardly having risen, Mashado has got out of an ark. Gambarra stood not far from low coast,
upershis a nose in coral reeves. Overcoming terrible weakness, Mashado has spread on water searches. To it has had the
luck to find a small streamlet and, having dropped lips to water, he drank, saws, saws; saws until has darkened in eyes.
Having come off water, has crept in a shade of a palm tree and has immediately fallen asleep.
How many he slept, Mashado did not know. Having woken up at a dawn, has decided to survey coast.
Alas, the earth has appeared absolutely small uninhabited islet. The immense ocean was around stretched. There was no
place to run from here. Motley have dispersed on all islet, a little escaped serokozhih which lay in depth gambarry and during
flight seemed lifeless, also have revived and have left an ark. Mashado saw in the distance on the bank of their high figures.
Mashado has reflected... Now, when gambarra stood at the firm earth, it it was possible to disperse and fly again further...
Where the motley will go? Hardly probable they will want to remain here for a long time. Remembering recent thirst, Mashado
has decided to be reserved by potable water. He has found for a bucket, possibly, stolen somewhere pestrokozhimi, and has
gone to a stream. He has had time to descend behind water twice. Getting out from gambarry in the third time, with horror has
seen that from ocean on island the huge wave approaches. Coming nearer to coast, the wave promptly grew, was bent,
became on end and terribly put on foam. Mashado all was compressed, having felt inevitable danger. On Amazon he could
see once, how a watercourse, having faced ocean inflow, has given birth to the huge wave which has destroyed all on the
way. Mashado has rushed to depth gambarry and, having tumbled down on a floor, has closed a head hands...
The multiton weight of water has raised an ark and has thrown somewhere forward.
Mashado has flown by through all internal cavity gambarry, has painfully hit about a wall. He waited for stronger blow about
the earth where the wave should throw out inevitably gambarru. But the second blow has not followed. The furious shaft has
picked up an ark, has pushed off it from a reef and has rushed forth. Having received a push, gambarra has come off water.
Speeding up, it has directed upwards. Mashado there was one in flying gambarre. Has rushed to an entrance crack... Has
seen, how the horizon as the ocean fails somewhere downwards departures afar and together with it the lonely islet with the
palm trees tumbled down by a wave leaves... The Island was empty. And motley and grey has absorbed ocean...
Gambarra continued the lonely flight highly over clouds.
At last in a gleam of clouds of Mashado has made out a strip of unfamiliar coast. What is it? Again island or continent? If
continent, what? Africa? Asia? Or America?. The ark uncontrollably rushed an unknown way, gradually decreasing. Heart of
Mashado is disturbing fought in a trouble presentiment. It did not lay down, being afraid that it will be gobbled up by walls
gambarry, dozed sitting, continually jumped and moved from place to place.
And gambarra rushed all forward and forward. At last clouds began to thin, the earth was absolutely close. Under a belly
gambarry the hilly district which has grown with wood was stretched. It was not gileja with its impenetrable bright green
crones. Wood seemed redkovatym, here and there it was cut by threads of roads, smokes of settlements were seen.